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I was pushed today, farther than I have been in many years. I felt no tears, nor fear. I was aware. pressure within was building and needed to get out. though I knew I could control it. I did, with a slight jab of the fist. though I only hurt myself. I realize there is still some anger to be dealt with, I am a work in progress. though this pressure also allowed me to know, that I am my best bet. I am the one capable of maintaining it, this beast within. I tell her what to do. I push through. I teach her how to act. Its a delicate balance where I have much room to develop, what else are these days for? what else could this time here be to show? I've asked for my days, the why. though I think its coming to me, not in entirety though enough to piece something up. its these moments, these fluxes of space. its when I feel something and I wish for another thing to take place. its control of the fire I burn with. I burn within, few seem to know. fewer are burned by me. I burn, into the night and well past the day. I burn, the intensity always keeps pace and there is a balance on most days. though today, I did pretty well. there was a moment when I turned my head to the west, I glanced and the sun captured me. I was caught in its glare. then I felt the peace again. I knew what I had to do. time to give birth again, a new me awaits.
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
westward gaze
I was pushed today, farther than I have been in many years. I felt no tears, nor fear. I was aware. pressure within was building and needed to get out. though I knew I could control it. I did, with a slight jab of the fist. though I only hurt myself. I realize there is still some anger to be dealt with, I am a work in progress. though this pressure also allowed me to know, that I am my best bet. I am the one capable of maintaining it, this beast within. I tell her what to do. I push through. I teach her how to act. Its a delicate balance where I have much room to develop, what else are these days for? what else could this time here be to show? I've asked for my days, the why. though I think its coming to me, not in entirety though enough to piece something up. its these moments, these fluxes of space. its when I feel something and I wish for another thing to take place. its control of the fire I burn with. I burn within, few seem to know. fewer are burned by me. I burn, into the night and well past the day. I burn, the intensity always keeps pace and there is a balance on most days. though today, I did pretty well. there was a moment when I turned my head to the west, I glanced and the sun captured me. I was caught in its glare. then I felt the peace again. I knew what I had to do. time to give birth again, a new me awaits.
Seherseven
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
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